Lesson Review Note
| awkward silence | ์ด์ํ ์นจ๋ฌต |
| good volume | ์ ๋นํ ๋ณผ๋ฅจ๊ฐ/ํ์ฑํจ |
| volumizing shampoo | ๋ณผ๋ฅจ ์ดํธ |
| thick hair | ์ฑ์ด ๋ง์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ |
| hair is thinning | ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ฑ์ด ์ ์ด์ง๊ณ ์๋ค |
| strand of hair | ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ฝ ํ ๊ฐ๋ฅ |
| blender | ๋ฏน์๊ธฐ |
| tannins | ํ๋ (ํฌ๋, ์ฐจ ๋ฑ์ ๋ซ์ ์ฑ๋ถ) |
| astringent | ์๋ ด์ฑ์ด ์๋ (๋ซ์ / ํผ๋ถ๋ฅผ ์กฐ์ด๋) |
๋ํ ๋์ค ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋ง์ด ๋๊ฒจ ํ๋ฅด๋ ๋ฏผ๋งํ๊ณ ์ด์ํ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ปํฉ๋๋ค. ์ค๋ชฐํ ํฌ์ ๊ฐ์ฅ ํฐ ์ ์ด์ฃ .
๋จ์ํ "๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ๋์ด์ง๋ค"๋ ๋ป๋ ์์ง๋ง, ๋ณดํต ํ๋ชจ๊ฐ ์์๋์ด ์ฑ์ด ์ค์ด๋ค๊ณ ์์์ ์๊ณกํ๊ฒ ํํํ ๋ ์ฌ์ฉํฉ๋๋ค.
์์ธ์ ๋ซ์๋ง์ ํํํ ๋๋ ์ฐ์ง๋ง, ํผ๋ถ ๋ชจ๊ณต์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ฃผ๋ ํ์ฅํ ์ข ๋ฅ๋ฅผ ์ง์นญํ ๋๋ ์์ฃผ ์ฐ์ด๋ ๋จ์ด์ ๋๋ค.
Mina was a woman who lived for awkward silence. To her, a quiet elevator was a sanctuary. However, her peaceful life ended the day she bought a high-tech, neon-pink hair ribbon. She thought it was just a simple accessory, but she didnโt realize it acted like a magnet for social interaction.
As soon as she walked into the office, her boss shouted, "I love your style! That color really suits you!" Mina panicked. She knew she should say, "Iโm glad you noticed," but instead, she just blinked.
In the breakroom, her coworker Sarah stared at her hair. "Wow, Mina! Did you use a volumizing shampoo? You have such good volume today. Iโm so jealous because my hair is thinning lately."
Mina tried to escape, but Sarah continued. "Seriously, your thick hair looks amazing. I canโt even see a single stray strand of hair out of place. Whatโs your secret? Do you put kale in a blender? Is it the tannins in your tea? Or maybe an astringent scalp treatment?"
Mina felt suffocated. Every time someone complimented her, she felt forced to keep the conversation going. By lunchtime, ten people had told her, "That really suits your vibe." It was a nightmare. She couldn't even eat her sandwich without someone asking for the name of her stylist.
Exasperated, Mina ran to the restroom, ripped the pink ribbon off, and threw it into the trash. "Finally," she whispered. "Now I can be invisible again."
She walked back into the hallway, head down, enjoying the silence. Suddenly, a stranger stopped her. "Excuse me," the woman said. "I love how you did your hair today! It looks so natural and free. Youโve got a great sense of style!"
Mina froze. She wasn't wearing the ribbon anymore, but people were still talking to her. She realized with horror that the ribbon wasn't the problemโit was her. She was just the kind of person who made others want to talk. She sighed and finally gave in.
"Thanks," Mina said, forcing a smile. "I appreciate that. Want to guess where I got my haircut?"
๋ฏธ๋๋ ์ด์ํ ์นจ๋ฌต์ ์ํด ์ฌ๋ ์ฌ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ์กฐ์ฉํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ๋ ์์์ฒ์ ๊ฐ์์ฃ . ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํํ๋ก์ด ์ถ์ ํ์ดํ ํฌ ๋ค์จ ํํฌ ๋ฆฌ๋ณธ์ ์ฐ ๋ ๋์ด ๋ฌ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋จ์ํ ์ก์ธ์๋ฆฌ๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ด ์ฌํ์ ์ํธ์์ฉ์ ๋์ด๋น๊ธฐ๋ ์์ ์ญํ ์ ํ ์ค์ ๊ฟ์๋ ๋ชฐ๋์ต๋๋ค.
์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ๋ค์ด์์๋ง์ ์์ฌ๊ฐ ์ธ์ณค์ต๋๋ค. "์คํ์ผ ๋ฉ์ง๋ฐ์! ๊ทธ ์๊น ์ง์ง ์ ์ด์ธ๋ ค์!" ๋ฏธ๋๋ ๋นํฉํ์ต๋๋ค. "๋์ฌ๊ฒจ๋ด ์ฃผ์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ป์"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํด์ผ ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์์์ง๋ง, ๋์ ๊ทธ์ ๋๋ง ๊น๋นก๊ฑฐ๋ ธ์ต๋๋ค.
ํด๊ฒ์ค์์ ๋๋ฃ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋นคํ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด์์ต๋๋ค. "์, ๋ฏธ๋ ์จ! ๋ณผ๋ฅจ ์ดํธ ์ผ์ด์? ์ค๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ ์ ๋นํ ๋ณผ๋ฅจ๊ฐ์ด ์ ๋ง ์ข๋ค์. ์ ์์ฆ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ฑ์ด ์ ์ด์ง๊ณ ์๋ค์ ๋๋ฌด ๋ถ๋ฝ๋ค์."
๋ฏธ๋๋ ๋๋ง์น๋ ค ํ์ง๋ง ์ฌ๋ผ๋ ๊ณ์ํ์ต๋๋ค. "์ง์ฌ์ผ๋ก, ๋ฏธ๋ ์จ์ ์ฑ์ด ๋ง์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ ๋ง ๋๋จํด์. ์์ ธ๋์จ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ฝ ํ ๊ฐ๋ฅ์กฐ์ฐจ ์ ๋ณด์ด๋ค์. ๋น๊ฒฐ์ด ๋ญ์์? ๋ฏน์๊ธฐ์ ์ผ์ผ์ ๊ฐ์ ๋ง์๋์? ์ฐจ์ ๋ ํ๋ ์ฑ๋ถ ๋๋ฌธ์ธ๊ฐ์? ์๋๋ฉด ์๋ ด ์ฑ๋ถ์ด ์๋ ๋ํผ ๊ด๋ฆฌ ์ ํ์ธ๊ฐ์?"
๋ฏธ๋๋ ์จ์ด ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค. ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ ์นญ์ฐฌ์ ํ ๋๋ง๋ค ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ต์ง๋ก ๋ํ๋ฅผ ์ด์ด๊ฐ์ผ ํ๋ค๋ ์๋ฐ์ ๋๊ผ์ต๋๋ค. ์ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ๋ฌด๋ ต์๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ด ๋ช ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด "๊ทธ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ ์ง์ง ์ ์ด์ธ๋ ค์"๋ผ๊ณ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ์์ต๋๋ค. ์ ๋ชฝ ๊ฐ์์ฃ . ํค์ด ๋์์ด๋ ์ด๋ฆ์ ๋ฌป๋ ์ฌ๋ ์์ด๋ ์๋์์น์กฐ์ฐจ ๋จน์ ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค.
ํ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฏธ๋๋ ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ ํํฌ ๋ฆฌ๋ณธ์ ๋ผ์ด ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐํต์ ๋์ ธ๋ฒ๋ ธ์ต๋๋ค. "๋๋์ด," ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ญ์์ต๋๋ค. "์ด์ ๋ค์ ํฌ๋ช ์ธ๊ฐ์ด ๋ ์ ์์ด."
๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์์ด๊ณ ์นจ๋ฌต์ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ๋ณต๋๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด ๋์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋ฏ์ ์ฌ๋์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์ธ์ ์ต๋๋ค. "์ ๊ธฐ์," ๊ทธ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค. "์ค๋ ํค์ด์คํ์ผ ๋๋ฌด ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ด์! ์ ๋ง ์์ฐ์ค๋ฝ๊ณ ์์ ๋ก์ ๋ณด์ฌ์. ์คํ์ผ ๊ฐ๊ฐ์ด ์ ๋ง ์ข์ผ์๋ค์!"
๋ฏธ๋๋ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์์ต๋๋ค. ๋ฆฌ๋ณธ์ ๋ ์ด์ ๋งค๊ณ ์์ง ์์์ง๋ง, ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์ฌ์ ํ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณตํฌ ์์ ๊นจ๋ฌ์์ต๋๋ค. ๋ฌธ์ ๋ ๋ฆฌ๋ณธ์ด ์๋๋ผ ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ ์ด์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์์. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์ถ๊ฒ ๋ง๋๋ ์ข ๋ฅ์ ์ฌ๋์ด์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์จ์ ์ฌ๊ณ ๋ง์นจ๋ด ํญ๋ณตํ์ต๋๋ค.
"๊ณ ๋ง์์," ๋ฏธ๋๋ ์ต์ง ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค. "๊ณ ๋ง๊ฒ ๋ค์๊ฒ์. ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ์ด๋์ ํ๋์ง ๋ง์ถฐ๋ณด์ค๋์?"